See that wall? That’s where me and Janey used to play ball. Until…
It wasn’t my fault. Wasn’t her fault either. It was that nasty boy, Tilly.
Along he came, cut into our game, picked up a rock and hurled it hard. Cracked that wall.
But everyone knew Janey and I played ball against that wall so we got the blame. Our parents paid for two of those braces when it ought to have been Tilly.
But later, that Tilly came a cropper. Rode his bike straight into that wall. It was Tilly that paid for the third brace.
Yay! Comeuppance. 🙋♀️🤪😀
Tilly is such a naughty boy. He got his comeuppance at the end. 🤪
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Oh yes, sure did
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👍
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“Revenge is sweet”, sayeth the Lord! 😁
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And that was the source of the revenge. Nobody but what steers that boy
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Great tale
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re most welcome 🤗
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🙏💖
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💕💕💕
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Well what goes around comes around 😃
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I was going to add that, but I thought I might leave it to others
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😀
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Lovely story 💜
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Thank you. Not my usual style, I was uncertain about posting it
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I am glad you did it was really good 👍😊
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Thank you, Willow
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That was a great little tale, Crispina! 💛💛
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Thank you, Chris
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Lovely tale, Crispina. You are so imaginative.
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Thank you, Indira. Since a child, always writing, never at a loss for a subject or plot
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So lucky. I have to poke my brains, always.
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I’m not saying everything I start gets finished!
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You come up with great responses, dear. That’s what matters. 💖
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